LYNCH & MC EIHT ALBUM
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i aint really on nobody's side anyway i jus like to have sum internet fun lol but rob s4 has his opinion aint really foreal wit cha rob...but wen it comes to opinions how can another person get mad over it? just talk and tell about ya thoughts wit out da madness and bullshit goin around...if someone told me lynch sucked i'd be like ok u think i give a fuck...he just aint feelin da new style i guess but i am but im not gonna get mad cuz he says his new style sucks, im just gonna be like ok u got your opinion u dont like his new stuff ? ok then i'll maybe laugh and be like Lol u crazy but dats bout it...ya'll take this shit too serious and it's stupid..da only stupid shit from ya rob is wen u talked bout lynch not retaliatin..lynch iz too coo for all dat bullshit and he got siccmade.. u act like you would do some shit like dat if u had a good career goin on with money goin good na i can see u aint really shit though with da guns and i know it....buh dats ya thought right....i dont wanna hear no arguments from u either ...dat was jus my thought i probably wouldn't do shit unless i'm insane da whole day
Look you people saying this and that, whatever Iam done man, Its to corny for me. Some of you people need lives. The two cats I aimed this to know whats up, you started attacking me so I defended myself. They came at me first so I took care of it. Anyhow any one else got a problem with me Iam not even caring about it, you people will think its something I do, sit around writing disses to you all day. I dont think so. Iam done you can say all you want about me but words dont do shit. Peace
HAHAHAHA "I TOOK CARE OF IT"..IM TELLIN U ROB THINKS BEEF STARTS AND FINISHES ON THE NET..WHICH IS WHY THAT MOTHERLESS FAGGET DIDNT KNOW HOW TO REACT WHEN A MUTHFUCKA GAVE UP THE ADDRESS...AND WHATS THIS "IF I SEE YOU OR U SEE ME ITS ON" BULLSHIT?...HOW OFTEN DO I TAKE TRIPS TO FUCKIN IDAHO FARM COUNTRY? AND HOW OFTEN DO U STEP OUT OF YOUR SHANTY AND ACTUALLY TRAVEL TO CIVILIZATION? NEVER....SO QUIT BUMPIN YOUR FAT FINGERS U FUCKIN COWARD CUZ U WAS BORN A BITCH..U LIVE AS A BITCH..AND U GONNA DIE A COWARDLY BITCH..THE END
Hmm. Done yet?
Your all clowns. "i'm realler" NO "i'm realer" "youre fake" No "you're fake" shits fuckin retarded. There's no such thing as "net cred" you talk shit on each other because you all know you will NEVER see eachother face to face. and if you did, "Hi gringostarr, i'm sorry i was mean on the siccness. Can we be E-friends again?"
Bring on the "you dont know shit kevp, i'm harder than you'll ever be. Drop your adress and we'll sort it out like adults" posts.
and, this album, hopefully will be straight heat, cant wait for it.
Your all clowns. "i'm realler" NO "i'm realer" "youre fake" No "you're fake" shits fuckin retarded. There's no such thing as "net cred" you talk shit on each other because you all know you will NEVER see eachother face to face. and if you did, "Hi gringostarr, i'm sorry i was mean on the siccness. Can we be E-friends again?"
Bring on the "you dont know shit kevp, i'm harder than you'll ever be. Drop your adress and we'll sort it out like adults" posts.
and, this album, hopefully will be straight heat, cant wait for it.
^^ WOW KEVP...HOW INSIGHTFUL..YOU SURE SHOWED US THE WAYS OF THE REAL...DIDNT U...THE FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THE HIGH AND MIGHTY BULLSHIT..EVERYBODY KNOWS NET FUEDS ARE STUPID..DOESNT CHANGE THE FACT THAT IF A MUTHAFUCKA CONSTANTLY TALKS SHIT..ANY REAL MUTHAFUCKA WILL TALK SHIT BACK...AND B4 U TRY TO CLOWN FOR THAT CHECK THE LIST OF ARTIST WHOVE PARTICIPATED IN THE SHIT TALKIN...EVERYBODY WHO DOESNT JUST ACCEPT BEIN CALLED A BITCH..FAGGET OR ANY OTHER SLANDER IS GONNA SAY SOME SHIT BACK...DONE DEAL
*Yes...Yes I did*
But why trip over what someone says on the internet. Someone says "kevp your a bitch" or "kevp-get the fuck outta here" i take it for what it is. Some fool who's never seen my face, more than likely never will, trying to be a badass behind a computer screen and a fake name. Brush it off and keep goin.
But why trip over what someone says on the internet. Someone says "kevp your a bitch" or "kevp-get the fuck outta here" i take it for what it is. Some fool who's never seen my face, more than likely never will, trying to be a badass behind a computer screen and a fake name. Brush it off and keep goin.
what i'm trippin' off of is why rob askes for address' to come kick up dust and when they give up address', he automatically thinks the address is fake. i mean why ask for it when you're just goin to automatically think it's fake. unless you actually went to the address and knocked on the door and ended up being some old people, it's on some corny ass bull-crudd. that bein said, i'ma pick up this album.
hahaha i was really bored today and though i would see whats up in the siccness. These dudes ie: lynch, spice, mc eiht, etc. should maybe retire. Their time is over and we need a new generation of youngsters that are in that type of struggle and they need to release some tight shit like lynch and spice and eiht did in their early careers. :beard:
PORNO SLICE A MY BANNED BOOK
It was 9:05 pm on the head. After ringing the buzzard twice with no answer, Coraz was starting to get pissed off. So she called him but his line was busy. She turned around to open the door to leave and was mumbling, “Little mutha fucka stood me,” Mill appeared, “Up in the hall way and kissed me like no other man had done before.” Mill was coming in as she was leaving out and had heard her talking to herself. He was to good to be true, and right on time. He grabbed her face and kissed her so deeply that he dropped his car keys as he backed her up against the door that lead up to the second level. His hands moved down and around her throat and then wavered over her collar bone. Coraz’s chest was heaving with storms of passion that raged as his hands kept traveling down and landing into her blouse. He grabbed one of her titties’ and pulled it out to lick on it, right there in the hall way and she didn’t try to stop him.
He pulled her leg up and around him and she could feel that he was packing something that she might want to be scared of, and suddenly they both jumped in shock as the door buzzard went off to let them in. An angry voice came blaring through the speaker system, “Come on up if you’re a bad bitch! Apartment 209! He’s my baby daddy anyway!”
Mill looked down at Coraz and started to smirk. “That’s that chick with them hairy ass legs. She’s into it with the older lady one building over. They are fucking the same nigga and he be lying to both of them cuz he really goes with the white girl downstairs.” He picked his keys up off of the floor and adjusted his dick. He then fixed her blouse and opened the door to let her in. They could see the man in question was hanging in the doorway down the hall, laughing with the white girl beaming behind him. Mill was shaking his head up the stairs with a small amount of worry for all of the people in their torrid, tryst of a triangle. “I guess,” said Mill.
Coraz was thinking exactly the same. Once up stairs, Coraz thought that she may as well ask Mill how was it that he knew so much about his neighbors business. “These walls are so thin that you can hear everyone down the hall fart when they’re taking a shit and everyone in here is loud and ghetto.” He opened and closed the door to his apartment and turned up the already playing music.
The song that was playing was by an old group that she had recognized and had always loved. “Hey, this is one of my favorite groups and this song is so cold! Love is…” Mill grabbed her close to him, “By your side? Yeah this is the song. I’m feeling it too and I’m here now, right by your side.” He was now standing behind her and whispering in her ear, wrapping his long arms around her frame as if she had just come home from war. “There’s no need to worry Coraz, loves in no hurry. Just let us take our time tonight and I’m sure you will agree.” He started to raise her long curled hair up in the air as he breathed a hot, electric breeze on the back of her neck that made the baby hair stand up. He started licking the hotspots and kissing them tenderly.
Picking up from where he had left off at the last time in his house, up and down his tongue glided, up and down and around her ear lobes. He whispered directly in her ear the words, “Let me have you.” The next song to come on was saying the same thing through the speakers. The shit sounded so good to her and Coraz could see that the man was smooth then a bitch.
A blaze of fire shot down from her jaw straight to her cookie hole and there it throbbed with an ache she had never felt before. She felt like her walls were caving in and the only way out of his house was to fuck her way out. Her nipples were so hard that they could have poked holes in his hands and partially crucified him as he grabbed them and rubbed them desperately in continuous circles. His hard as steel missile was tap, tap, rapping on her behind with much attitude and it spoke to her, telling her to turn her sexy ass around, and say, “I want it,” 2 Mill’s face.
So she turned around willingly when he twirled her body into him and he picked her up, walked her into the candle lit bedroom and laid her on the beautiful bedding that looked and smelled brand new. He was pre-pared and sure that he was getting her goodies tonight and it looked like the man was right. He was perfectly in tune to her, what she needed and when she was ready to have what she needed.
He stuck his hand in her wet panties, “Ooh shit, silky, velvet, cherry,” and was French kissing her while talking to her at the same time and said in a whisper, “Ooh-wee baby girl, you want me to put some chocolate in there for you don’t you?” Coraz was being suffocated by the hungry lust in his kiss, and the way he rang her doorbell over and over downstairs. “Answer me baby, tell me you want me even half as bad as I need you.” “Ohh, dammit,” said Coraz with confused slow submission. “Answer me Coraz, tell me that you need some dick in ya life.”
Coraz answered him, “Yessss, I want it, I need it, fuck yeah!” He stopped quick. That’s all that he needed to hear. “Let’s make us a chocolate covered cherry.” He stood up and went to the hall way closet and came back with a row of connected condoms and began to undress slowly. Mill wasn’t no punk about his shit either. He took off all of his clothes in front of her and began the fine art of seduction, after picking up the remote and pumping the volume up that was connected from the living room to his room. She could see in the dapper light that he was a beast.
His long, thick and heady shaft was jumping to get down. He could be a dildo model and a top seller at that. It was immaculate and flawless like it had never been touched. Coraz giggled because she suddenly thought about how some men’s dicks looked like they were chewed on and rusty with carpet burns, because they fucked everybody, every other day, or their nuts were real long, from trying to bang everybody from the back, every other day, or even curled like they rolled it with a pink roller at night, from GOD knows what, perhaps masturbating with the same hand since birth every day. Mill had a strap made for boogie nights. Shit, she was actually trippin off the sight of his fuckin pretty-ass-dick. She had a few porno’s she never took back to the video store over the years, and she knew what a beautiful ding-a-ling looked like. This never happened to her before. Never! Mill brought his body over hers and proceeded to kiss her better than she had ever been kissed in her lifetime. He was grinding up against her leg, close to her kitty-cat while one hand was unbuckling her belt. His kiss was amazingly mind blowing, like sliding down a slippery slope of chocolate while high off of ecstasy. He unzipped her pants and put his long, strong fingers in her panties. Coraz was relieved when he said that he had liked the way her lips had felt with no hair in the way. Coraz was moaning and groaning with delight as Mill finger fucked her to the point where she had almost come in his hand, but he could tell she was almost there so he stopped. Then he ripped her pants and under-panties off of her legs, and said, “I need to have you.” His hands then traveled from her ankles to her calves; he kissed her knees and licked his way up and across her clit. “Oh baby you smell so sweet.” He said as he spread her legs open so she could reveal to him her goodies, “And your pussy is so pretty. The prettiest one I’ve ever seen, or tasted.”
He licked her wet opening and stuck his tongue deep inside her. He sucked on her rosebud and stuck his fingers in simultaneously. Coraz was so aroused that she forgot that she didn’t allow anyone 2 see her ugly stretch marks on her stomach or legs. Panicking, she looked down at him to see if he would notice, but then said, “Fuck it,” while Mill decided to stop. He looked at her body in its entirety and then back between her legs replying, “I’m going to make love to it first.” He proceeded to put a condom on and fantasmically fuck her whole understanding up with the very first push. He was very big indeed and his dick was harder than porcelain.
She could feel every inch as he slid deeper and deeper, slowly but surely up into her vaginal walls. It was so enchanting and superb, uncomfortable and yet gratifying at the same time, that she almost came again. Sensing that she was reaching her peak, he grabbed her ass tightly in his firm, manly grip and said, “Don’t you dare, we are doing this all night long.” The rhythm of his motions was more than just in and out. He had a gyrating swirl that made sugar laden doughnuts all around her insides. He suddenly stopped. “You feel so incredibly good. I ain’t never almost dropped the ball like that since I was a shorty. Coraz you really turn me on like no other woman ever has.” He unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to unclasp her bra with one try. Damn he was good. Either he was a big whore with practice or he was just good. No matter what it was she didn’t care because right at that moment, he was the master of her soul and deep down in his loins, Mill proclaimed her the master of his heart. He thrusted into her to the beat of the music and rolled her over on top of him so that he could suck her nipples as she rode him, coolly picking up at the place where he left off at in the melody, not missing a beat. The two of them made love to each other like it was choreographed and done perfectly in the first take of soft porn. The whole thing was so beautiful that it appeared to both of them that the room even started to light up a little brighter and then a lot as they both climaxed at the same time.
It was 9:05 pm on the head. After ringing the buzzard twice with no answer, Coraz was starting to get pissed off. So she called him but his line was busy. She turned around to open the door to leave and was mumbling, “Little mutha fucka stood me,” Mill appeared, “Up in the hall way and kissed me like no other man had done before.” Mill was coming in as she was leaving out and had heard her talking to herself. He was to good to be true, and right on time. He grabbed her face and kissed her so deeply that he dropped his car keys as he backed her up against the door that lead up to the second level. His hands moved down and around her throat and then wavered over her collar bone. Coraz’s chest was heaving with storms of passion that raged as his hands kept traveling down and landing into her blouse. He grabbed one of her titties’ and pulled it out to lick on it, right there in the hall way and she didn’t try to stop him.
He pulled her leg up and around him and she could feel that he was packing something that she might want to be scared of, and suddenly they both jumped in shock as the door buzzard went off to let them in. An angry voice came blaring through the speaker system, “Come on up if you’re a bad bitch! Apartment 209! He’s my baby daddy anyway!”
Mill looked down at Coraz and started to smirk. “That’s that chick with them hairy ass legs. She’s into it with the older lady one building over. They are fucking the same nigga and he be lying to both of them cuz he really goes with the white girl downstairs.” He picked his keys up off of the floor and adjusted his dick. He then fixed her blouse and opened the door to let her in. They could see the man in question was hanging in the doorway down the hall, laughing with the white girl beaming behind him. Mill was shaking his head up the stairs with a small amount of worry for all of the people in their torrid, tryst of a triangle. “I guess,” said Mill.
Coraz was thinking exactly the same. Once up stairs, Coraz thought that she may as well ask Mill how was it that he knew so much about his neighbors business. “These walls are so thin that you can hear everyone down the hall fart when they’re taking a shit and everyone in here is loud and ghetto.” He opened and closed the door to his apartment and turned up the already playing music.
The song that was playing was by an old group that she had recognized and had always loved. “Hey, this is one of my favorite groups and this song is so cold! Love is…” Mill grabbed her close to him, “By your side? Yeah this is the song. I’m feeling it too and I’m here now, right by your side.” He was now standing behind her and whispering in her ear, wrapping his long arms around her frame as if she had just come home from war. “There’s no need to worry Coraz, loves in no hurry. Just let us take our time tonight and I’m sure you will agree.” He started to raise her long curled hair up in the air as he breathed a hot, electric breeze on the back of her neck that made the baby hair stand up. He started licking the hotspots and kissing them tenderly.
Picking up from where he had left off at the last time in his house, up and down his tongue glided, up and down and around her ear lobes. He whispered directly in her ear the words, “Let me have you.” The next song to come on was saying the same thing through the speakers. The shit sounded so good to her and Coraz could see that the man was smooth then a bitch.
A blaze of fire shot down from her jaw straight to her cookie hole and there it throbbed with an ache she had never felt before. She felt like her walls were caving in and the only way out of his house was to fuck her way out. Her nipples were so hard that they could have poked holes in his hands and partially crucified him as he grabbed them and rubbed them desperately in continuous circles. His hard as steel missile was tap, tap, rapping on her behind with much attitude and it spoke to her, telling her to turn her sexy ass around, and say, “I want it,” 2 Mill’s face.
So she turned around willingly when he twirled her body into him and he picked her up, walked her into the candle lit bedroom and laid her on the beautiful bedding that looked and smelled brand new. He was pre-pared and sure that he was getting her goodies tonight and it looked like the man was right. He was perfectly in tune to her, what she needed and when she was ready to have what she needed.
He stuck his hand in her wet panties, “Ooh shit, silky, velvet, cherry,” and was French kissing her while talking to her at the same time and said in a whisper, “Ooh-wee baby girl, you want me to put some chocolate in there for you don’t you?” Coraz was being suffocated by the hungry lust in his kiss, and the way he rang her doorbell over and over downstairs. “Answer me baby, tell me you want me even half as bad as I need you.” “Ohh, dammit,” said Coraz with confused slow submission. “Answer me Coraz, tell me that you need some dick in ya life.”
Coraz answered him, “Yessss, I want it, I need it, fuck yeah!” He stopped quick. That’s all that he needed to hear. “Let’s make us a chocolate covered cherry.” He stood up and went to the hall way closet and came back with a row of connected condoms and began to undress slowly. Mill wasn’t no punk about his shit either. He took off all of his clothes in front of her and began the fine art of seduction, after picking up the remote and pumping the volume up that was connected from the living room to his room. She could see in the dapper light that he was a beast.
His long, thick and heady shaft was jumping to get down. He could be a dildo model and a top seller at that. It was immaculate and flawless like it had never been touched. Coraz giggled because she suddenly thought about how some men’s dicks looked like they were chewed on and rusty with carpet burns, because they fucked everybody, every other day, or their nuts were real long, from trying to bang everybody from the back, every other day, or even curled like they rolled it with a pink roller at night, from GOD knows what, perhaps masturbating with the same hand since birth every day. Mill had a strap made for boogie nights. Shit, she was actually trippin off the sight of his fuckin pretty-ass-dick. She had a few porno’s she never took back to the video store over the years, and she knew what a beautiful ding-a-ling looked like. This never happened to her before. Never! Mill brought his body over hers and proceeded to kiss her better than she had ever been kissed in her lifetime. He was grinding up against her leg, close to her kitty-cat while one hand was unbuckling her belt. His kiss was amazingly mind blowing, like sliding down a slippery slope of chocolate while high off of ecstasy. He unzipped her pants and put his long, strong fingers in her panties. Coraz was relieved when he said that he had liked the way her lips had felt with no hair in the way. Coraz was moaning and groaning with delight as Mill finger fucked her to the point where she had almost come in his hand, but he could tell she was almost there so he stopped. Then he ripped her pants and under-panties off of her legs, and said, “I need to have you.” His hands then traveled from her ankles to her calves; he kissed her knees and licked his way up and across her clit. “Oh baby you smell so sweet.” He said as he spread her legs open so she could reveal to him her goodies, “And your pussy is so pretty. The prettiest one I’ve ever seen, or tasted.”
He licked her wet opening and stuck his tongue deep inside her. He sucked on her rosebud and stuck his fingers in simultaneously. Coraz was so aroused that she forgot that she didn’t allow anyone 2 see her ugly stretch marks on her stomach or legs. Panicking, she looked down at him to see if he would notice, but then said, “Fuck it,” while Mill decided to stop. He looked at her body in its entirety and then back between her legs replying, “I’m going to make love to it first.” He proceeded to put a condom on and fantasmically fuck her whole understanding up with the very first push. He was very big indeed and his dick was harder than porcelain.
She could feel every inch as he slid deeper and deeper, slowly but surely up into her vaginal walls. It was so enchanting and superb, uncomfortable and yet gratifying at the same time, that she almost came again. Sensing that she was reaching her peak, he grabbed her ass tightly in his firm, manly grip and said, “Don’t you dare, we are doing this all night long.” The rhythm of his motions was more than just in and out. He had a gyrating swirl that made sugar laden doughnuts all around her insides. He suddenly stopped. “You feel so incredibly good. I ain’t never almost dropped the ball like that since I was a shorty. Coraz you really turn me on like no other woman ever has.” He unbuttoned her blouse and reached behind her to unclasp her bra with one try. Damn he was good. Either he was a big whore with practice or he was just good. No matter what it was she didn’t care because right at that moment, he was the master of her soul and deep down in his loins, Mill proclaimed her the master of his heart. He thrusted into her to the beat of the music and rolled her over on top of him so that he could suck her nipples as she rode him, coolly picking up at the place where he left off at in the melody, not missing a beat. The two of them made love to each other like it was choreographed and done perfectly in the first take of soft porn. The whole thing was so beautiful that it appeared to both of them that the room even started to light up a little brighter and then a lot as they both climaxed at the same time.
